I spill my soul, the ink starts to bleed, like a phoenix from fire, I rise from the need each word is a step on this winding road, the gift of expression, the weight of the load. with every line, I wrestle with doubt, searching for light in the shadows I shout. these verses are lifelines, my truth in the dark, a canvas of chaos, each stroke leaves a mark like a brand on my spirit, each verse stands alone, a reflection of battles, the seeds I have sown. poetrythreads poetrycommunity poetry poets